Hey its sam again,
One nightI saw three deer around the Baron weasel. They were reaching toward the smell of salt. The Baron weasel jumed at my pants, and gave my leg in an awful nip. I guess I had grown some;my pants and socks did not meet anymore. I going to leave now. Bye!
-Sam (Modesto)
yours truly sam
January 20, 2010
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The person who wrote this is freaking COOL
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